[Farael]

"Aye! Let's catch these fiends!"

That was all encouragement Osmod needed. He set his horse to a quick trot, then a gallop and riding hard he went after the lone figure that he could see ahead in the distance. Here and there trees obscured his sight, but it took some time for Osmod to realize he would never catch the enemy like that. They too had horses and had gained too much of an advantage. He reined his horse down to a trot and indicated Fion to do the same. Going more slowly, they could follow the other rider’s tracks. Soon they lost both sight and sound of the rider they were going after, but kept their horses moving as fast as they could manage, hoping to scout the enemy encampment and then go back to warn the others.

The trees and shrubs started to thin out. Ahead stood what seemed to be a wide clearing. At first a clump of trees obstructed his sight, but then he saw some riders fleeing what seemed to be a makeshift camp. "Hey there you! Stop where you are!” bellowed Osmod, as he hurried his horse back into a full gallop. He knew Fion was close behind him and this time he would not let the enemy go away. It seemed to be a small scouting party, maybe three of them. They were not orcs, that was clear, but maybe the enemy in his fiendish cunning had hired men to do his dirty work. ”Traitors,” he muttered ”I shall make sure they pay for their betrayal. Hurry Fion, For Rohan!!!” Yet his cry was cut short. Something heavy landed upon him and threw Osmod off his mount. As he struggled with the net, he saw Fion falling of his horse as well, while the enemy swarmed around the place. They had fallen straight into an ambush. He had lead Fion straight into it. He kicked and tossed under the net, trying to free himself enough to draw his sword and cuts his way out, but his efforts were short lived. A monster of a woman, her face contorted by anger and exertion was holding Fion and threatening his friend’s life.

”You will tell us your business here and to whom you swear allegiance! Hurry! My hand cannot be stayed forever!" She screamed. Then Osmod laughed. It was not a merry sound. It seemed to tear through his throat and out of his mouth. It was the laugh of those who know they are going to die and have given up hope.

”Why should I tell you, fiend of the nameless one?” Osmod spat at her feet, forgetting what her mother would say at such ungallantly behaviour. ”You will kill us anyway, as the monsters you work for did to the villagers. But I fear not, I know my death shall be avenged. Theoden King will never let his people die, his Riders will find you and you shall be defeated.” He let out another sour laugh. ”You will not be able to ambush the Riders of Rohan! It surprises me not to see such coward behaviour from the enemy. An ambush! Be a man, I say” He screamed, turning as much as the net allowed him to face the man who was holding him down ”Be a man and let me loose, I shall take a few of you down with me, for my King and for Bregoware!”